Anger Cracks by Timothy WilsonA hole is in the heart
Of my human soul
The rightfulness so
To which I am ashamed of ownership
I can remember the moment
It was a moment that lives on
In its fiery brevity
The transfer of pain onto another
As the damage began to sink
Into my consciousness
I realized that my pain was not shared
But doubled
Through the anger cracks in the wall 03/03/2009 Author's Note: this is probably the worst thing I've ever written...
Posted on 03/03/2009 Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
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